Up from the Bottom, Wipe Those Tears and Pass the Ammo Options

[Konsaki]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:40:15
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

Since the situation had calmed down along with Kyle, the young elven woman moved out from behind Rocky's hulking form. She looked over at Mr Johnson as he moved farther into the alleyway, giving him an angry look before turning away from him to look at what Fortunato was doing.
'Why did he have to make Kyle angry enough to want to fight us? It's not like he was even here in the alley if Kyle did start fighting...', Caittie fumed as she crossed her arms infront of her while watching the older elf inspect the troll's shoulder. 'If he is going to provoke someone if I make a connection for him, I dont know if I'll do that again...', she continues as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm down. As she was getting worked up, the throbbing in her head was getting more painful by the second. After a few seconds of regulated breathing, the pain started to subside again and she opened her eyes to continue watching Fortunato perform his work.

Listening in on what Fortunato was saying to the wounded man, she raised her eyebrows some at hearing talk about spells and healing. "Um... So you can cast spells? Magic and all that? I have... had... a friend that do that...", she said to the suited man, though the thoughts brought up images of Alex, her now dead friend. Feeling a shiver run down her spine due to the images, she hugged her arms around her a little tighter and lowered her head. Angel's green eyes misted up a little as she continued to see her friends as they were, and she brought a hand up to wipe at them.

[JDragon]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:40:25
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

"Sounds good, what ever you can do will work for me. I'd just like to get it done and move on." Rocky replies as he looks down at the wound as Fortunato pokes at it.

[pragma]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:40:55
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

The past half minute had been rather tense. Being on the receiving end of an officially nasty look from a professional shadow denizen (and possibly an adept) had put Fortunato a little on edge. Angel's interest and Rocky's respect put him in a much better mood than the icy rage he had been ignoring moments earlier.

In response to the teenager's comment he said "Yeah, I do the magic thing." It was impossible for the father in him to ignore her distress; it was almost a physically palpable thing. "You can have a front row seat if you like, I've been told this looks cool."

Breathing out he moved his hands in parallel with the troll's meridians as the graying magic instructor from Shanghai had shown him in the CIA's magical training center. He felt the flow of energy and tried to intuit where the disruptions in Rocky's aura would be. Unsurprisingly they were lumped over bullet riddled shoulder.

A faint greenish glow appeared between his hand and the wound as he understood the local flows of astral energy and shaped them, cajoled them and occasionally forced them into swirling patterns that he could feel on his palm. The glow settled over the largest section of Rocky's torn flesh as Fortunato's hands moved slowly across the wounds. Sweat drops rolled down the elf's forehead as astral feedback poured from the wound; the mana was demanding balance, one harmed for one healed.

This process went on for a full thirty seconds and with each pass of the mage's hands over the wound it grew a little shallower and a little harder to fix. By the end of the half minute the changes were merely cosmetic and Fortunato stepped back. It wasn't bad work.

"Should be about all I can do for you," he said to Rocky. "I'd warn you to stay off of it, but I've seen people jump straight from being healed into firefights, I think the warning is kind of hollow."

He breathed out heavily. A headache was gnawing on his prefrontal cortex. Not serious, just aggravating.

[adamu]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:41:06

"Nice," Fortunato heard from behind him, "I see you heal as well as you harm." Kyle smiled at Angel before approaching Mr. Smith. He wasn't smiling, but his hand was extended. "Sorry to get my back up earlier. I did owe you apology. But hard words sound a lot harder when you're outnumbered four to one. Let's call it even."

[BlackHat]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:41:10
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Mr. Johnson held out his hand, and put on his best friend-making smile. "I'd be happy to call it even, as long as you will accept my apology for putting things so darkly - I could have been more delicate with my words. Obviously, I want Cerberus to make it through this as much as you do - or I wouldn't be risking my own life by coming here." Smirking, he gestures at the rest of the team, "As for you being outnumbered... that was as much your fault as it was mine - I planned to meet you one-on-one, remember?"

Then you ditched me... ass.

"As for who should talk to the Doc - it sounds like Sledge and Fortuanto didn't make any friends in there - so I would be happy to speak for my team. I'll try not to upset him, but the nature of the situation is bleak. I hope he takes the news better than you did."

Mr. Johnson shrugged, "Of course, the damage is done. Louie's hitmen are coming here whether or not we leave, so it is in his best interest to let us help defend the place, I suppose."

I guess that is part of the job. When you patch up a guy who has been shot, you gotta wonder if the man who shot him plans to finish the job....

[JDragon]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:41:11
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

As Kyle steps away from Rocky & Fortunato, Rocky looks at the mage and nods in appreciation as he moves his arm around slowly testing the muscles. "Thanks, chummer."

While its apparent to everyone that Rocky feels better and there is no blood running down his arm, he still looks like shit, he sweating in the cold morning and his color does not seem to be returning to normal. Even as he's testing the arm he groans and bends over a little as the cramps continue.

Once he recovers from the latest series of cramps he pulls his lined jacket back on and slings his trusty duffle bag over his shoulder, waiting for the next step on this trip to begin.

[Konsaki]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:41:11
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

Quickly wiping her eyes, the younger elf looked up at the mage. "Thanks. I'd like that.", she replied, smiling weakly. Watching Fortunato examine the wound on Rocky's shoulder, she noticed Kyle moving past them towards the entrance to the alley. Caittle gave the human a nervous smile as he passed, but subtly shifted her feet to slightly move away from him.
She heard him and Johnson starting to talk behind her, but ignored them both in favor of watching the mage perform his spell. Blood and wounds were never an issue with her, for some weird reason, as she would sometimes watch emergency room trid shows that would make her father leave the room. She was interested in how the wound grew smaller each time the elf slowly waved his glowing hands back and forth over it.

When it was all done, she smiled at Rocky as he worked his shoulder to test it out, though she noted how he still looked ill. Looking towards Fortunato, she asked, "Um... That was pretty cool. Thanks for letting me watch."
As Rocky bent over a bit when his cramps kicked in, Caittie looked back over to him and looks concerned. "Are you ok? You still look pretty bad...", she asked the troll as he straightened back up and put his jacket back on.

[BlackHat]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:41:12
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Turning his attention to his team after Angel speaks up, Mr. Johnson sees that Rocky still looks pretty bad and adds, "Maybe the Doc could give you something to ease the pain at least. We're going to need you functional, fast."

[adamu]

Alleyway --> Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:52:00

Without waiting for Smith to finish his conversation with the troll, Kyle Sanders said, "Okay hotshot, time is money. Let's go see what the doctor orders." He turned and led the way out to the street and started up the last few dozen meters to the warehouse/clinic. As Smith followed he heard the roar of Sledge's Harley just as a message came in informing him that she and Fortunato would be scouting the perimeter. Rocky caught Smith's eye and tapped his commlink, letting him know he'd be on the net before slipping into a smaller, darker alley that branched off the one they'd been in. Seeing everyone else take off, Angel shrugged and followed the two humans up the street.

Arriving at the clinic, Kyle opened the door and went in. Following, Smith and Angel saw the beehived receptionist, apparently none the worse for wear, plucking her graying eyebrows as a cup of tea steamed next to her. A slovenly-looking ork security guard sat on the right side of room sipping some strong smelling soykaf. He looked like he might keel over at any second, and gave Smith a venomous look.

Passing through an interior door, they entered what appeared to be a very large plastic tent, separated into two stories by a floor of sheet metal sitting above them on scaffolding. The bulk of the space they were in was hidden by hospital-blue partitioning curtains. On the left, against the wall, an brown-skinned elf with Indian features sat with an elaborately moustachioed dwarf at an array of security monitors.

Kyle led the two would-be shadowrunners to the right down a passage between curtains on the left and some only slightly sturdier looking plasterboard barriers on the right. A woman in a nurse's uniform emerged from the curtains on the left and passed by them disinterestedly. Kyle knocked on the plasterboard to the side of a curtained opening, got a "Come in," and went through.

Inside, the two men and the elf girl stood facing an older fellow in a white jacket. He wore a Cascades Wine & Run T-shirt under the coat, and sat behind a very nice desk/workstation. He motioned to some metal folding chairs and introduced himself simply - "I'm Doctor Cline."

[BlackHat]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:52:20
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

While being lead through the clinic, Mr. Johnson looked around quite a bit. He had never been in a black clinic before but, given his new line of work, he didn't think this would be the last time.

He smiled at everyone, and nodded with respect, despite their glares and looks of disapproval.

Man, what did they do here....

The situation didn't seem like anything that put Johnson out of his element, though. He was used to Franco sending him to talk to people who had every reason to be cautiously hostile initially. More than once, before the night was over, "Mr. Smith" had them laughing and sharing drinks. Of course, at least once, "Mr. Smith" ended up in the hospital - so he wasn't going to let his guard down yet.

After Doctor Cline introduced himself, Mr. Johnson stepped forward and offered his gloved hand, unsure if the doctor would accept it. "... Johnson." After a slight pause he added, "...and I would like to apologize for any inconvenience that my Shadowrunners might have caused you or your staff. If there is anything I can do to make reparations - say the word. In fact, I am fairly certain we will have an opportunity to make it up to you very soon...."

Realizing that the man from the alley probably intended to make introductions, Johnson backed off and let him speak up.

[adamu]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:52:30

But all Kyle did was grab a chair, unfold it and sit down. The doctor, however, was quick to respond to Smith's overture. "Why wait? We can talk reparations right now. Have a seat." He didn't seem angry, but it was clear he knew what he wanted. Once everyone was seated, he said - "Your people caused me and my security staff a lot of trouble, even after we tried to be accommodating. I think Y2,000 would clear the air, help us let bygones be bygones keep everything professional. If I don't ask for that, it would be an affront to my people to continue dealing with you, and it would set a dangerous precedent. Then, if you agree to that, there has been some question of who will be paying for Mr. Cerberus' treatment here - he seems to be without resources. I think clearing the bill for services rendered so far - that would be Y750 - would also go far toward opening my mind to whatever else you may wish to discuss."

[BlackHat]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:52:40
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Mr. Johnson smiled, "Consider it done. Will you need the money immediately, or can we settle up after we're finished negotiating services?" These were the exact kind of 'expenses' he figured he was going to have popping up all night. Compared to the :nuyen: 100 meal he had to buy Rocky and Angel, Cerberus's bill was a little high, but if he was as tough as he had heard, he was worth every penny.

He absolutely did not believe that Kyle brought him here without any way of paying for his treatment - but he wasn't about to bring it up. In fact, letting it go quickly might make him seem a little more generous, or willing to make amends.

At the very least, having no idea what it was that Sledge and Fortunato did while he was away - he would have a very tough time defending it.

[adamu]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:52:50

"Payment in cash or certified cred before you leave this room will be fine," answered Cline with a friendly smile. "Now, I am at a loss as to what exactly it is you are seeking here that is so urgent."

[BlackHat]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:54:05
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Johnson smiled and nodded to assure the Doctor that the terms were acceptable. At the Doctor's question, he considers how best to approach this delicate topic. "Doctor Cline, I am sure that a man of your profession doesn't ask a lot of questions of his clients... er, patients. I can respect that, so let me shed some light on the situation without you having to ask. I'm afraid it is a bit of bad news, but I believe you have a right to know."

Make this quick and painless....

"As I am sure you know, someone shot up Cerberus pretty badly. What you might not know is that this wasn't random street-violence - it was an ordered hit. Someone rather powerful, a man named 'Louie Finnigan', wanted Cerberus dead... and still intends to see the job done, properly. Unfortunatly, I don't believe he will see your clinic as much of a barrier - in fact, patching poor Cerberus up would likely be taken as an act in direct opposition to his desires. That's a bit of bad news, for you."

"Secondly, if I was able to track Cerberus down here, I am certain he was able to get the same information. I honestly expected him here about an hour ago while your staff was taking understandable, but time-consuming, precautions. In fact, this man..." Johnson gestured at Kyle, "spotted one of his goons at the diner down the street where he went to meet us. I am most certain that another squad of hit-men have already been dispatched to this location. That is more bad news, for you."

Better get to the 'less-bad' news quickly....

"The reality is, whether or not we get Cerberus out of here, as far as you are concearned, the damage is done. When those guys show up looking for him, they will be unlikely to stop shooting long enough to ask notice their target isn't here, and if they DO ask questions, it won't be politely, and they probably won't believe you. However, I think we both have resources available that allow us to help one another out - and hopefully you will agree."

Get to the chase....

"I happen to have an interest in seeing Cerberus live through this, and I would like to help him settle his score. I have a handful of Shadowrunners at my disposal that, as you may have noticed, are a little bit anxious to get to work, and have already agreed to do the job that needs doing. You have a good number of mobsters en route to your clinic, that you would certainly like 'stopped'. Cerberus isn't in any shape to fight off a second attempt on his life, but has already done his part by being bait. I've upped the ante by locating Cerberus's partner-in-crime and the girl they threw their lives away for. If the man who wants them dead takes the bait, and shows up himself, we can end this right here, but even if he doesn't, we can convince him that the second attempt on Cerberus's life has failed, and that he has moved on."

Too many words...

"To put this simply, Doctor. Things don't look good for either of us right now. I believe your clinic is in danger, as are the lives of my Shadowrunners. Currently, Cerberus and Rocky are both wounded from previous attempts on their lives - and neither of them are going to be able to defend themselves." He puts his hands together, "Together, I think we can get through this with both of our professional interests intact."

"Do you agree that our cooperation is the best course of action?"

[adamu]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:54:30

Ignoring Smith's question, Cline turned to Sanders. "You saw a Finnegan man at the diner?"

"No, no." Kyle waved away the question. "It was just Arty. But I'm sure he got plenty on this bunch."

Cline seemed relieved. "Mr. Johnson, I think you have overestimated the threat - maybe not to Cerberus, but at least to my clinic. The man at the diner is attached to the Bigio crime family. He is there because I pay for him to be. This clinic is in the heart of Bigio territory, I pay them serious protection, and they get all the work for their soldiers done here. And although they nominally take their marching orders from Rowena O'Malley these days, believe me, the Finnegans won't violate their jurisdiction here lighly. Neither are they likely to share Arty's information with any of the other families. I have no doubt poor Cerberus' days are numbered, I cannot imagine any direct action being taken here.

"That being the case, I can see no reason to invite more trouble by allowing you to turn my operation into the OK Corral. Listen, it'll be several hours before Cerberus regains consciousness. Why don't you let me have Kyle here put him in touch with you once that happens?"

[BlackHat]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:54:45
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Mr. Johnson shrugged, hiding his disappointment with the Doctor's reaction. For a brief moment, he had convinced himself he might have had a good reason for the Doctor to help him out, but could now feel the advantage slipping from between his fingers. "Fair enough. If you're convinced of your safety - so am I. And if you're safe, I trust your patients will be, as well.... at least until they step outside."

"I would appreciate it if Cerberus were to give me a call before he leaves the relative safety of this place. We'll be close by, just in case either of us are wrong." He considered negotiating for some treatment for Rocky before giving up, but wasn't sure how bad the wound was anymore. Fortunato had done some magic back there in the alley, and Johnson had his attention on Kyle at the time. Subvocally, he spoke to the group - a little curious if it would automatically be directed to Kyle - but he didn't really care. It was faster than typing it out.

<<@Everyone:: "Rocky, do you still want the Doctor to take a look at your arm?">>

While he waited for the troll to respond, Johnson put his briefcase full of cash on his lap, and began counting out the Doctor's money.

[adamu]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:55:00

As Smith made his call, the doctor apparently received one - his eyes took on that distant look of someone accessing AR, and he spoke quietly, "Thank you Mildred, patch him through please...Yes, my friend....I am very sorry to hear that....yes, that sounds serious....I don't need to ask you if your six is sterile....ninety seconds out?...We will be expecting you. Can you walk him in?...Good....Ninety seconds, then."

The doctor looked up. "Well, when it rains it pours. It appears I have new patients inbound. People that are known to me. And time is of the essence. Please just leave the cash on my desk..." At which point he stood and began manipulating an invisible AR image, now thoroughly ignoring them. "Becky, I'll need you to access Patient 32-double-A's blood type and pack...."

[adamu]

Behind a dumpster, six blocks from Clinic
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:55:10

Hunkered on the Harley behind a huge dumpster, Sledge and Fortunato continued to watch the dirty brown van. It looked like it belonged in the area, except that the cab window were tinted black - not in itself suspicious - but something had set Sledge on edge.

They were about to call it good when a hatch in the roof opened up and a tiny helicopter sporting what looked like a less-than-tiny gun took off into the sky, climbing until it was out of sight in the low cloud cover. Then, without warning, the van roared to life, turned a corner, and peeled out down the road in the direction of the diner and the clinic.

[pragma]

Behind a dumpster, six blocks from Clinic
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:55:22
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

Fortunato typed as fast as he could:

<<@Team: A van just shipped out some serious looking air support at our current location and then the van took off towards the clinic. One of you matrix savvy types may want to check it out.>>

"Think we should follow it?" he asked Sledge.

[BlackHat]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:55:35
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

<<@Team:: "What kind of air support? The devil is in the details, guys.">>

Mr. Johnson calmly set the stacks of money on the counter and stood up. "In the interest of expressing further good-will, Doctor, I would like to mention that my team has spotted an incoming van, which shipped out some serious air support." Johnson stole the words right off the matrix, since he didn't know enough about the scene to rephrase them. He was half-convinced that the van belonged to whoever called the doctor a few seconds ago, and that he already knew about it, as well. But the "serious air support" thing had him worried. He moved to exit the room, but went slowly, allowing Kyle to follow, if he was going to, and giving the Doctor time to ask further questions. At the door, he said, "Of course, I am sure you're capable if handling this yourself... but if you change your mind - here is my number." Then Johnson sent his number to Kyle and the Doctor, giving them a moment more before letting himself out.

[DireRadiant]

Behind a dumpster, six blocks from Clinic
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:55:24
Sledge - Chauffeur
PAN - Hidden

"Think we should follow it?"

In answer the scorpion's motor kicked over and Sledge twisted her head to check that the road was clear before peeling out.

"Hold on, this will be a bit tricky."

...breathe...

<<@team(audio/text/trideo):: Brown Van. Standard MCT - Nissan Roto Drone Type, machine gun, looks like it would bother a trog. I'll get you the exact model after we knock it out of the sky. Updating map real time.>>

The ARO wireframe map image updates with two red dots, trailing a pair of green dots.

Alternating between handling the heavy bike, and kicking off her various scans and analysis software Sledge hoped the man didn't fall off the back as she really didn't have the time to make the ride easy if she was going to keep a good range on the vehicles ahead. This would be a lot easier with some gear she just didn't have right now.

[Konsaki]

Alleyway in Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:55:35
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

Caittie sat listening to Mr Johnson and the doctor talk back and forth. The knowledge that the clinic she was sitting in paid a mob off for protection and regularly treated the mob for injuries made her uneasy. She got a little confused though when the topic continued to discuss how this place was protected from the mob Fishbreath was in by another different mob. The teenager had never heard of anything about multiple mobs in Seattle, just the 'Mob'.
It was also disturbing for Angel to find out that almost everyone she has met since the whole incident had some sort of connection with one of the mobs. Luckly, her train of thought was derailed a bit when her eyes went to the suitcase full of money that Johnson produced and while he counted out the agreed upon amount of 'restitution'. Her eyebrows were raised during the whole interaction since it seemed straight out of a trid movie, but she was shaken out of it and her worry about the mob by Fortunato and then Sledge's messages.

As she listened in, Caittie watched Johnson lay a stack of money on the doctor's desk before moving towards the door. Seeing this, she also stood up, picked her backpack up off the floor and moved towards the door, following Johnson out without saying a word throughout the entire exchange.
Stepping outside of the small office, she spoke up over the team's network, responding to the request for matrix support. <<@Team :: Ok, I'll see what I can do. Sledge, thanks for the map, it will help out a lot.>>

[JDragon]

Black Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:54:47
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

Rocky had found a quite spot to sit while the others took care of what ever it was they wanted to while they waited for Louie's guys to show up. He had made it most of the way through his streching exercises when his comm beeped at him.

<<@Everyone:: "Rocky, do you still want the Doctor to take a look at your arm?">>

He quickly unmuted his mic and responded.

<<@Everyone:: "I'm good, thanks. Fortunato took good care of me."

Muting the mic he went back to his exercises. Doing his best to try and focus himself so he could regain his focus.

Tuesday 8/19/70 07:56:30

Rocky listened as Sledge relaed what they had seen and then pulled up the display on his comm to see the location of his team mates and who or what ever they were following. Seeing that they were heading for the clinic at this point he figured he better get ready.

Standing up he slipped his lined coat back on and made sure his gun was loaded. Once he reached the clinic, he headed in the front door just in time to see an interior door open revealing the Johnson and the elf girl.

[adamu]

Clinic Reception Room
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:56:35

He also saw a bored looking receptionist with a beehive do in her sixties, and a very sleepy looking ork guard on the right side of the room. And then he heard the van roar up and come to a screeching stop just behind him.

Not wanting to be exposed, before anyone in the room had a chance to acknowledge his presence he shrank back and to his left, into a corner by the outside door, out of sight of the street. From there he heard the rear doors of the van open, the sound of someone jumping down from the back, and then shuffling steps approaching across the gravel.

[adamu]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 07:56:35

Standing, Doctor Cline nodded in acknowledgement of Smith's commcode and, sweeping the cash into an open desk drawer, held the door for his guests.

Kyle wasted no time on pleasantries, leaving immediately.

The doctor said, "One of my customers is a rigger. They are very careful not to lead anyone here, so I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." But looking into the man's eyes, Smith was not 100% convinced the doc was 100% convinced. Still, with a wave of his hand, the man said, "I'm sure they'll be here at any moment, so I'll show you out."

"Thank you, doctor," replied Smith, but as soon as his host had his back to him, he quickly typed, <<Best let the drone be for now - if it's hostile, this doc needs to see that for himself.>> Then he said, "So between the Bigios and your own people here, you seem to be ready for anything." And even as he said the words, they were approaching the clinic's makeshift security station - stacks of monitors leaning against a cacaphony of fiber optic bundles that told him there was almost certainly no hacker in the house - where the two men he'd seen earlier still sat. Their boredom stood in contrast to the hurried activity of a handful of nurses that bustled in and out of the curtained area in preparation for the incoming arrivals - the moustachioed dwarf yawning widely as the Indian elf absently twirled a heavy pistol on one finger cowboy style while balancing a silencer on the tip of another finger.

"Oh, we're not the Heywood Clinic, but I assure you my staff and patients are quite safe here," assured Cline as he opened the door for his two guests. Smith saw Rocky enter and then almost immediately shrink his huge frame back into a corner as a brown GMC Bulldog screeched to a stop outside the still-open front door. The rear doors opened and two men hopped down together, and one helped the other toward the door. The left leg of the one being helped was drenched in bright, shiny red, which matched the T-shirt he wore under an olive drab armored jacket. His head was shaved and he looked pale as a ghost.
The man helping him was huge, although his form was draped in an armored jacket as well - black, like his shirt and trousers.